How do you want your toasts?

I'm sure you are all wondering what these crazy machines are...


I was asking myself the same question when I got in Dad's kitchen saturday morning. So on your right you have the radio toaster, that doesn't work anymore by the way (and no I didn't spend the WE trying to fix it) and on the left you have Dad's new toaster, the one on which you can choose the color of your toasts by turning the knob (from 1 to 5) on the bottom left. When's the toaster that reads your emails in the morning, tells you you're beautiful (who cares if it is true or not!) and secondarily toasts your toasts ???
Next time I will show you the coffee-machine that requires you to have a PhD in order to be able to operate it...

Now, you have to know that there is more dangerous than me in a kitchen (I know it is hard to believe...). Everything was going well, we were enjoying some Foie Gras and Cidre Glace (a crazy Canadian alcohol) for my sister's birthday, the chicken and sweet potatoes were in the oven, cooking... Everything was normal, then, till my soon-to-be-ex-step-mother (STBESM) decided to stop the oven. In order to do so, she turned the knob on "P", thinking it meant "Parking" as on an automatic car. I swear this is true. As she wasn't able to open the oven's door (and for a very good reason!), she called for help, explaining that she put the oven on "Parking"... Worried look between my Dad and I... After consulting the 100-page user manual, he discovered that "P" meant "pyrolysis" and understood the horror of what was happening in the oven: bye bye sweet potatoes and chicken !!! Everything was now cooking at 275C (about 530F) and we had to wait for the oven to cool down before being able to open the door! Dad was mad, I was doubling up with laughter ;) No risk of bird flu with that one! Now, you can tell me that it is not very nice to make fun of my STBESM... Well, I don't care ;) She doesn't know about my blog anyway since she barely knows that Internet exists ;) Ooooooo, I'm becoming mean here...

Ok, now that I made fun of everybody, here is a little bit of French madness (told you too much vacation ruins my brain!)...